Distaste

[Verse 1] Every screen's a confession booth, Selling certainty disguised as truth. Thumbprints worn into polished glass, Watching futures disappear too fast. Tiny kingdoms built on outrage bait, Manufactured love, algorithmic hate. Everybody screaming from a separate room, Calling it connection while the flowers don't bloom. The merchants know exactly what we crave, A little validation, a digital grave. Just enough pleasure to keep us in line, One more hit, one more scroll, one more wasted night. [Pre-Chorus] We traded wonder for a tailored feed, They learned our fears and planted seeds. Now every thought arrives pre-packaged neat, Wrapped in colors, ready to repeat. [Chorus] Distaste. Coating every word we taste. Truth gets bent and rearranged, Till every face begins to look the same. Distaste. Living in a dopamine haze. Hands around our own restraints, And still we thank the ones who built the chains. [Verse 2] Pick a side, pick a tribe, pick a flag, Wear it like armor, carry it like a bag. Every headline sharpened into a knife, Cutting up the pieces of a common life. Prophets broadcasting twenty-four a day, Different logos, same old play. Fear for profit, anger for engagement, Turning human souls into entertainment. The mirror talks back now, tells us who to be, Measures every impulse, catalogs every need. A billion lonely people standing in a crowd, Getting programmed softly, getting programmed loud. [Pre-Chorus] No one notices the water rise, Too distracted by the endless lights. The cage keeps growing while the walls disappear, And comfort whispers louder than fear. [Chorus] Distaste. Coating every word we taste. Truth gets bent and rearranged, Till every face begins to look the same. Distaste. Living in a dopamine haze. Hands around our own restraints, And still we thank the ones who built the chains. [Bridge] Maybe the prison isn't made of steel, Maybe it's everything that doesn't feel. Maybe the lie survives because it's shared, Passed hand to hand by people too impaired. Round and round the carousel spins, Trading convictions for convenient sins. Nobody steering, nobody asleep, Just drifting deeper into shallow seas. [Final Chorus] Distaste. Coating every word we taste. Every promise pixelates, Every question drowned beneath the wave. Distaste. Generation anesthetized by praise. Watching meaning dissipate, Smiling while the signal takes our place. [Outro] Scroll. Refresh. Consume. Repeat. Scroll. Refresh. Consume. Repeat. Until there's nothing left to feed.